The great interest, and even noble interest, of critics in contemporary literature is understandable. There are cases in which, without them, the public would not be aware of, or would not know how to appreciate, great authors. It is also understandable, and in many ways beneficial, when critics manage to establish personal ties with one or more authors. However, there is perhaps no more obvious trap to be placed in their path, and one that is capable of ruining the longevity of their work. It is shocking to observe how, at times, a highly refined historical sense and the most complete lack of understanding when it comes to current literature can coexist in the critic’s mind. This becomes apparent, of course, as the current ages, revealing how much he has allowed himself to be contaminated by it. In such cases, the courage and integrity of always offering a sincere opinion do little to mitigate the problem: everything seems incoherent when one is oriented by a misguided sense of proportion.